Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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Empty hours spent combing the streets, In day-time showers they've become my beat, As I walk from Cafe to bar, I wish I knew where you are, Because you've clouded my mind, And now I'm all out of time.
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Now try "Village of the Damned"
bloody hell stu, keep up mate! thats such an old post!
what i forgot to mention in the original post, was that the book was aquired from secondary school. so last year i'd had it a minimum of 21 years!
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